Speed ​​Pass starts with choosing a hunter

Chapter 425 Don’t ask about the future
The perennially cold northern plains only show signs of warming up after the beginning of summer.

The withered and yellow grassland turned into green grass in just a few days. The people of Xuanyang could not even imagine such a scene.

A small courtyard planted with orchids is particularly eye-catching.

This kind of courtyard is probably the only one in Beiyuan, because the owner of this courtyard is called Mr. Yuan.

The courtyard is always quiet, but today it is particularly lively.

Mr. Yuan was trimming the orchids in the garden as usual.

Several figures stood outside the yard waiting quietly, with no intention of urging anyone.

Perhaps in the entire Beiyuan, Mr. Yuan is the only one who can make these people wait.

The leader of the Demon Sect, the deputy leader of the Demon Sect, the master of the Soul-Chasing Tower, and the leader of the Tianxin Sect are all important figures who can control the life and death of thousands of lives.

Almost all the high-ranking leaders of the Demon Sect appeared here.

Mr. Yuan moves very slowly, just like an old teacher. He always stops to rest for a while, and carefully makes sure that there are no problems with his pruning before he moves on to carefully observe the next pot of orchids.

Although it was very slow, none of the people outside the yard showed impatience.

After a long time, Mr. Yuan finally straightened up and looked at the courtyard with satisfaction, which he had taken care of tens of thousands of times. This time it should be able to last for a long time, but there would be no chance in the future.

Finally it was time to leave.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, it is time for him to return home.

Mr. Yuan spent most of his time in Beiyuan, but after all, he was still a Xuanyang person.

He slowly pushed open the fence, walked out, and then carefully tied the fence with a rope.

The leader of the Demon Sect slowly said, "Mr. Yuan, are you leaving now?"

Mr. Yuan smiled, which was rare, and even had a hint of divine detachment: "Since it is a long journey, there should be a return date. This is reasonable."

The leader of the Demon Sect was a skinny old man. When he and Mr. Yuan stood together, it was hard to tell who was older.

Looking at Mr. Yuan with a calm expression, he vaguely recalled the scene of their first meeting.

At that time, Mr. Yuan was not yet called Mr. Yuan. He was just a young scholar who came from Xuanyang in search of truth. He was so weak that he could not withstand a single blow, but he sensed the aura of the devil from this young man.

It was precisely because of this demonic aura that he decided to let the young man finish what he wanted to say.

Later he was very glad that he understood what the young man said.

The young man told him a very simple truth: "If a person eats too much, he will die of fullness, and many people will starve to death because of this, so the best thing to do is to spit out what you have eaten."

He understood who the man in the young man's story was.

Based on the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and because of the aura of the devil, he decided to help this young man.

But what the young man did next was something even he could not have imagined.

At that time, there was only one powerful god in Beiyuan.

He is the leader of the Demon Sect.

At that time, the demon tribe was the ruler of Beiyuan. The Demon Sect had been preaching for many years, but the effect was pitifully small. They had even fallen to the point where they had to fight for their lives with demons all day long like the barbarians.

The young man grew at an alarming rate, and in just sixty years he became a strong man who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Not only that, after him, great masters of the divine arts emerged one after another like mushrooms after rain, and even this young man single-handedly made the demon tribe and the barbarian tribe become believers of the Demon Sect.

The two current deputy leaders of the Demon Cult are ninth-order demons and the strongest barbarians.

And now, the young man is finally going to fulfill his promise.

Just as Mr. Yuan was about to take a step forward, the owner of the Soul Chasing Tower, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Sir, you don't have to leave. The worst that can happen is that you can use the power of the Demon Sect to overturn the entire world."

Yes, overturn.

The current Demon Sect already has this qualification.

Among the people present, no one could surpass him in respect for the old man.

In other words, he became the master of the Soul-Chasing Tower, and what he believed in was not the devil, but the person in front of him.

It was because it was this old man who saved him when he was most confused.

Mr. Yuan smiled slightly: "What's the point of overturning it? It will only make you full and fat."

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The owner of the Soul-Chasing Tower was speechless.

But he couldn't help but ask: "But will it work if we do that?"

Mr. Yuan: "Maybe, maybe not. I just want to give people in the world a possibility."

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Zhuihunlou quietly stepped aside. It was not that he did not want to continue persuading him, but he knew that he could not persuade him. Perhaps no one in the world could persuade Mr. Yuan.

Whatever Mr. Yuan wants to do, he will definitely succeed.

"Go back home."

Mr. Yuan's ethereal voice sounded, and in the blink of an eye, he had ascended to the sky for 90,000 miles, and then turned into a stream of light, heading south.

"Farewell, sir, as you return south."

On this day, all the followers of the Demon Sect knelt on the ground and chanted prayers.

It rained in Xuanyang for seven whole days.

As if to cleanse all the filth in the world.

Seven days is a very clever period of time. It will not cause flooding and can make the streets look brand new. It is a welcome rain.

But some people are happy, while others are unhappy.

Imperial city, sleeping palace.

"Damn, damn!"

There was hardly anything intact left in the hall, and Li Chengyuan was venting hysterically like a madman.

His luck, which had originally returned to its peak, fell back to the bottom again.

It’s Mr. Yuan!

Li Chengyuan's eyes were red, he spent a whole hundred years of his life as a sacrifice to make up for the lost luck, but that person did not let him do so and directly shattered all the luck in the world.

A true emperor is equal to the common people.

Madman, absolutely a madman!

The price for such a heaven-defying act was naturally very high. Mr. Yuan shattered the fate of the world with his own body, and his soul was destroyed. He disappeared without a trace, and even a bone of him could not be found.

Li Chengyuan suffered the strongest backlash. Not to mention Tongshen, even Mingxin was in danger of collapse.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that Mr. Yuan's crazy behavior was not directed at him, or even Xuan Yang.

Maybe he just wanted to do it, but he just happened to be the unlucky one.

The chief eunuch Wang Fu looked at Li Chengyuan worriedly.

He was also blessed with good fortune, so he understood what had happened, but he was powerless to do anything.

Reuniting the destiny of the world is something that only Emperor Taizu can do.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that Li Chengyuan's eyes looking at him became scary.

"Your Majesty."

Wang Fu was a little afraid to look directly at Li Chengyuan.

Li Chengyuan forced a smile on his face, but it looked ferocious no matter how he looked at it: "Wang Fu, I treat you well, right?"

Wang Fu bowed even lower: "If it weren't for Your Majesty, I would have died long ago."

"Okay, now I need you to return something."

"Your Majesty, please take it."

"Then I won't be polite."

The next second, Wang Fu's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at the hand that pierced his chest in disbelief. His vitality was sucked away by that hand in an instant.

Wang Fu's eyes flashed with realization. He understood somewhat what his Majesty the Emperor was doing.

Stealing life!

He used up his last bit of strength and said, "Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor."

Xiangzhou.

Under the Great Wall.

The Zhenbei Army did not relax at all after losing the powerful enemy, the Demon Sect. They were doing what this army had been doing since its establishment.

Resist the southward advance of the Northern Plains barbarians and demons.

Although the Demon Sect has retreated, it does not mean that the northern border can be free from invasion by the barbarians and demons.

Beiyuan is very large, and there are still many people and monsters who do not believe in the Demon Sect.

Moreover, the old Confucian scholar who was the only one in Beiyuan who could restrain those unruly people and monsters is dead.

The great general Xu Dingchun looked at the gradually stopping rain and said slowly: "I am not as good as him."

Dong Wanjun on the side did not speak.

The commotion Mr. Yuan made that day was so huge that it was impossible for any martial artist above Mingxin to not know about it. Even as the time of his luck being broken got longer, everyone in the world would know about it.

Xuan Yang is finished.

This is the conclusion given by Dong Wanjun.

Even if one person from the Li royal family can finally gather the fortune of the world again, Xuan Yang will no longer be the same Xuan Yang as before. In other words, Emperor Li Chengyuan is finished.

Good fortune is pouring into the world.

There will be more and more powerful martial artists, and the world will definitely be a different place.

At least the number of strong people who can reach the Divine Pass will more than double, and we can even see the Martial Saint returning to the world in this era.

The fortune changes and a saint emerges!
Those big clans and families must have been ready to make a move for a long time.

Dong Wanjun looked at Xu Dingchun.

Xu Dingchun had already guessed what Dong Wanjun was thinking: "Train the troops, kill the enemies, and break through as soon as possible."

Dong Wanjun nodded.

In this catastrophe, the imperial court had no idea how many powerful men suffered backlash, but he was the smallest one and was almost unaffected, because he had come to where he is today without relying on luck, but entirely on his own efforts.

Lingzhou, Huanglong Prefecture.

The rain stopped and there were many more pedestrians on the streets. The brand new streets were a delight to see.

White House.

Bai Yuan, Yang Fangyu and Yue Xiaobai sat under the pavilion, and the three of them tacitly remained silent.

Bai Yuan quietly looked at the water drops dripping from the eaves of the pavilion.

It is really a big deal to shatter the luck of the world!
He didn't expect that Mr. Yuan's real purpose was so crazy. Looking back, perhaps he had already thought about today's ending since the moment he left the Censorate when he was young.

Be the teacher of the world!
Why are there so few martial arts geniuses in the world? The bottom line is that someone has stolen the opportunities of everyone else.

These people are both from the Da Zong and Xuan Yang.

What Mr. Yuan did was to overturn the previous dining table, rearrange the bowls and ask everyone in the world to share.

Although those who got more in the past are still able to get more now, there are more variables after all.

Is there any point in doing this?

Maybe not, but the old scholar just wanted to try.

Bai Yuan raised his glass: "It's a pity that I didn't have time to drink a glass with you."

In the past, he had always been wary of Mr. Yuan, and he was still wary of him now. A man who was willing to sacrifice his life for a cause could do anything, but now that he was dead, it would not prevent Bai Yuan from commemorating him.

Yue Xiaobai glanced at Bai Yuan.

Of course he knew who Bai Yuan was talking about.

However, based on his understanding of Bai Yuan, if Mr. Yuan came over alive now, he would definitely not be able to drink the wine.

Yang Fangyu felt relieved.

Fortunately, I stayed in Lingzhou.

Now that the luck is broken, the big forces in Jiangnan and Central Plains have been ready to make a move, and it must be a mess. Now the powerful people at the Tongshenguan of those major sects are unstable because of the backlash of luck, but once they are allowed to recover, there will definitely be chaos.

In comparison, Lingzhou is much more stable.

Under Bai Yuan's management, except for Qingzhou where the Qingzhou royal palace is located, the other three continents of Shuofang are united as one.

Not to mention that now the luck is flowing back, and the people all over the world have received a little blessing from luck.

Population is the most valuable resource.

The more people there are, the greater the total amount of luck.

The gap between Shuofang and places like Jiangnan and Central Plains was narrowed a lot invisibly.

"A Yuan, what are you going to do next?"

Yang Fangyu looked at Bai Yuan, a hint of ambition flashing in his eyes.

The post of Jiedushi is extremely special. In prosperous times, he is a local official. Although he is not as good as the six ministers, once troubled times come, he will become a prince who can compete for the world!
And Bai Yuan is such a prince now.

Emperor Taizu started out as a military governor and conquered the country.

Bai Yuan certainly understood what Yang Fangyu was thinking. He shook his head and said, "Everything remains the same."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Yang Fangyu's eyes, but he also knew that he was a little too hasty. It was only because he had a good relationship with Bai Yuan. If it were any other military governors, they would have chopped off his head long ago.

Even if you want to rebel, you can't be the first to do so.

Moreover, Emperor Li Chengyuan was only injured, not dead. The Li royal family suffered the heaviest losses, but their foundation is still there.

The attitudes of Yan Shaoan, Liang Yuankang and Xu Dingchun are also unclear.

"it is good."

Yang Fangyu nodded.

Just when everyone was wondering who would be the first to rebel, Nanjiang actually took the lead.

This is a result that no one expected.

After the Xuanyang territory, Jiangnan and Central Plains are undoubtedly the strongest. Apart from that, the situations in Southern Xinjiang, Lingnan and the Northern Border are actually similar, and there are not many major clans with a history of thousands of years.

The strongest in southern Xinjiang are neither the big clans nor the tribes, but the witches.

An existence that is almost as old as the demon hunters.

But all this seems to be reasonable.

The Wu people, like the barbarians, were a branch of the human race that was exiled after the civil war. Later, Emperor Xuanyang Taizu continued to expand and incorporated southern Xinjiang into his territory.

The main enemy of the Zhennan Army was the witches.

Now that their luck has been shattered, the wizards naturally don’t want to be bullied anymore, so it’s no surprise that they are the first to rebel.

It is said that southern Xinjiang has long been in chaos.

After hearing the news, Bai Yuan immediately sent strong men to southern Xinjiang.

Gathering intelligence was secondary. The main purpose was to bring his master Zhou Siming and Qiaojie's master Liang E to Lingzhou.

Although the demon hunters are quite powerful in southern Xinjiang, it would be difficult for Zhou Siming and Liang E to protect themselves in such a catastrophe.

Southern Xinjiang is in chaos now, and it is impossible for the monster hunters to remain unscathed.

Be it the Zhennan Army or the witches, they will not let Zhou Siming and Liang E go just because of Bai Yuan’s reputation.

Just when the Zhennan Army and the witches were fighting fiercely, a piece of news that shocked the world came.

Emperor Li Chengyuan is going to lead the army in person!

(End of this chapter)